Free Romantic Promises (Alluring Promises Series, #2) by Janice Baker

what should and shouldn’t be done at weddings.
    “No, I forgot to ask Charles if he could go with me. I’ll call him tomorrow and find out. He should know his schedule by now. If he’s on call, I promise you can be my date.” I tossed a huge smiled at Aubrey.
    “Good, because weddings are the perfect places to hook up. See. If you were single, we could really have a good time,” she teased and bit her lip as she shook her shoulders teasingly.
    “I miss being with him. I feel like we haven’t had sex in a long time.”
    “Vanessa, if he’s this boring now, think of what it’ll be like years from now. It’s only going to keep getting worse. Do yourself a favor and break up with him.”
    “He’s just such a great guy though. I mean any woman would love to have him,” I defended him.
    “Then throw him back into the waters and let some other woman have him.”
    “My parents love him.”
    “Then let your parents marry him,” she snarled as she rolled her eyes.
    I’ve wanted to break up with him for quite some time, but the truth is, I can’t come up with a reasonable reason. He’s really perfect. Perfect hair, perfect teeth. Perfect job. Perfect grades. Fucking perfect. So perfect it could be sickening at times. He even folds his shirts…perfect. My parents absolutely adore him. My dad cannot wait to add him to his practice. Charles just needs more surgery hours under his belt before my dad extends an offer.
    What is wrong with me that I want to break up with someone that everyone clearly adores? Well, except Aubrey. She’s my only true ally in this matter.
    My other “issue” with Charles is our sex life. Everything seems so monotonous. So…basic. So…boring. I’ve tried to spice it up several times, only to be told I’m getting a little too “wild.” What man says that? Don’t most want something more? Not Charles. Or so it seems. To make matters worse, these past couple days I’ve been really wanting…more. And I’m not sure why.
    I took my phone out as Aubrey made eye contact with a cute guy at the bar. “I think he’s coming over,” she whispered to me out of the corner of her mouth. I glanced up and watched an attractive, slightly older guy come over to our table. I keep telling Aubrey that most people we meet here live in this building and for her not to hook up with anyone she doesn’t want to see again.
    The one thing about Aubrey that I’ve always tried to understand is that she needs sex. We’ve talked about her addiction to sex before and she’s even tried going to meetings. Yep. Sexaholics Anonymous. She tries on and off to stop. She’s always had a rule that she doesn’t bring them to our place. We’ve lived together since college and she has always kept to that rule.
    He leaned against our table and placed his glass filled with ice and dark liquid on our table. “Hello, ladies. How are we doing tonight?” I inhaled a deep breath knowing what was going to come next. Aubrey was probably going to get some tonight. If I heard her say “we’re doing fine,” the poor guy wasn’t going to get any. If Aubrey says “it’s been a rough week,” the guy was going to get lucky.
    I glanced down at my phone and began scrolling through my text to Charles’ name. Aubrey sat back in her chair a little and shook her hair, with a small pout on her pretty ruby lips. “Well, it’s actually been a pretty rough week.” I couldn’t help but snicker. Aubrey flicked her hand against my thigh. I must have done that louder than I thought.
    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Tell me all about it.” I let them continue their conversation as I sent out a text to Charles.
    Me: How about Saturday night? I’m feeling like we need to get together .
    He didn’t respond right away. He usually doesn’t if he’s making rounds or studying.
    I sat back and listened to Aubrey closing her deal while scrolling through my emails. They were leaning into each other, touching each other every now and